Flowers bloomed and withered, spring departed and autumn returned.
Time in the mortal world was worth the least. A hundred years amounted to no more than a few winter snows and a few spring breezes on Mount Hua.
In the blink of an eye, the page had turned.
Chen Wei was released after serving his sentence.
There was no resounding heavenly proclamation from Lingxiao Palace, no golden-armored divine general reading an Imperial Decree. Not even a perfunctory document was sent down.
In the end, Third Holy Mother Yang Chan of Mount Hua simply announced verbally that his sentence was over.
Chen Wei could finally catch his breath.
Those hundred years of living together had been both torment and joy.
His and Yang Chan's Dao Fruits had ripened thoroughly. Just how thoroughly?
Chen Wei no longer needed to form a Spell or circulate his energy. Yang Chan merely had to lift her eyelids and snap her fingers, and his Golden Immortal Dao Fruit would pop out on its own, obediently fly over to hers, and press against it to merge, dissolving the energy of the love tribulation.
The entire process flowed like drifting clouds and running water.
Yang Chan not only had Chen Wei firmly in her grasp, but his Dao Fruit as well.
All Chen Wei could say about that was, "Who could withstand this?"
Still, whatever else might be said, his sentence was over and his position restored. He had finally returned to the familiar Heavenly Court.
However wonderful Mount Hua was, it could not compare to the Heavenly Court.
Chen Wei landed inside his mansion and drew a deep breath of the Heavenly Court's immortal spiritual energy, his face intoxicated. "Nothing beats the Heavenly Court! One breath of this spiritual energy clears the lungs right through. It smells